Do A Little Something

<a href="http://music.illcity.com/track/do-a-little-something">Do A Little Something by Ill City</a>

Verse One
When folks ask what I do I don’t say too much
Cause then you start yapping might say too much
Yeah then they start hating like you made too much
Naw’ll man I’m just grinding – y’all play too much
Yeah cats be at the club wasting they money (me?)
I fire up my laptop start making that money
Outside of $100 plates mostly saving my money
But y’all still don’t get it – this ain’t about money
Yeah, I keep it moving music, mobile and tech
And I’m a grind even after new mogul respect
Yeah I guess I’m not gansta, I don’t roll with a tech
But hey me get gangsta if you’re holding my check
This is I-double-L yes I love life
And hey the places I’ve seen let me know that’s right
We all find a little struggle, couple hopeless nights
But man I’m motivated and focused right?Hook
We started rock bottom, now we do a little something
Started rock bottom, now we do a little something
Started rock bottom, now we do a little something
Do a little, do a little, do a little something
[repeat]

Hook
We started rock bottom, now do a little something [x3]
Do a little, do a little, do a little something
[repeat]

Hook Stack
Oh, we do a little something [x3]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[repeat]

Verse Two
Now half of these rappers shouting they the best
But man half of these rappers ain’t getting no checks
That means half of these rappers ain’t really employed
So that’s half of these rappers I really avoid
I mean hey you got a hobby I ain’t mad at that
But stop yelling you a baller, you ain’t had that scratch
You ain’t seen them O’s, you ain’t get that cake (whoa)
So now you looking suspect like TD Jakes
And hey that’s not hate, just my opinion (ha)
But half of the reason I don’t roll with mignons
Cause broke cats live off of hate and tension
Yeah mooch off they girl till she start tripping (me?)
I keep a circle with cats that move
Don’t talk too much, just show and prove
Yeah stick to they word – let it do what it do
And when folks put two and two they be like that’s you? (yeah)

Verse Three
Now half of these rappers claim they so grimy
But it’s more like dingy them rims ain’t shiny
Yeah, they looking so fresh in they white tees
But I’m grown dog, come on keep them white tees
I do jeans and a sport coat – that ain’t fly?
Why your girl cut her neck when the kid walk by?
See you youngins all caught up in cable land
MTV and BET labels man
Make your own look – what’s wrong with that?
That’s old school homie – gone with that
Well if you say so gone catch band wagon
They waiting for you, yeah gone keep your pants sagging
And by they way release that record
You like the FBI making secret records
Yeah you talk a lot of nonsense running your mouth
Yo Brokeback rappers y’all never come out (come on)


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